Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1325 - 856: If All Else Fails, Ancestor Will Help You Steal Them Out!

Whether the Wang family or the Xuanqing Sect, they ultimately amount to the same power.

The Wang family falls under the Xuanqing Sect, so labeling them as Wang family members rings true, while deeming them Xuanqing Sect affiliates holds equally valid.

At these words, Wang Shanhu grasped that today's clash could never end peacefully.

He never foresaw the Yang family's moves being this quick. Yang Qinting had exited the Xuanqing Sect just a day earlier, but already the Yang family had spotted them and rallied men for a surprise attack.

In under a single day, the Yang family's retaliation proved shockingly rapid!

"Capture them!" Yang Chengye ordered coldly.

The instant after, Luo Bo and his men rushed at Wang Shanhu.

All eight gripped long spears. Despite their post at Tianshu Tower, their battle approach mirrored soldiers far more, since they started as Yang Chengye's generals, not the Secret Martial Guards' Hidden Guards.

Spear radiance exploded outward, weaving together to seal every path for the six enemies right away.

Wang Shanhu’s face paled a bit, the spectacle before him striking deep terror into his heart.

The eight long spears caged him completely, filling him with intense peril.

Lacking time to ponder, he slashed his longsword in a wide arc to shove aside the spears blocking his front.

However, in the very next instant, the spears twisted through the air and lunged at his comrade next to him. The brutal spear glow stretched several feet longer suddenly, taking him by surprise, and bore through his companion’s gut.

His sword sliced only emptiness, making things worse as a spear beam slithered toward his chest like a snake’s tongue.

This thrust came swift, fierce, and totally unforeseen. Wang Shanhu had no chance to respond before the spear radiance hit his chest.

Clang! The spear light burst apart, hurling Wang Shanhu’s body backward.

"Ah, he has a Heart Protector!" Song Jie declared coldly.

In midair, Wang Shanhu barely had time for fear when a blast of wind rushed at him abruptly.

A sharp tear through the air boomed, and as he whipped his head around, his eyes bulged wide.

Someone trailed him, driving a spear forward, its point twinkling like stars, instantly spawning a dozen spear shadows in a flash.

"Damn it!"

Wang Shanhu swore silently as his True Yuan burst forth, releasing thick Sword Qi.

The dozen spear radiances scattered away entirely. Boom! The lake blasted open, waves splashing wildly, resounding in the thick veil of night.

Nightfall intensified, mist grew denser, and Wang Shanhu’s heart plummeted deeper into despair.

He’d scarcely dodged one blow without regaining balance when another spear hammered down with Wan Jun might.

After barely evading that devastating hit, a dragon-like stab chased after.

Then a sweeping blow charged like ten thousand soldiers.

Spear lights intertwined chaotically, rendering Wang Shanhu as helpless as a tiny boat in raging tempests, teetering on destruction amid howling winds and towering waves.

By then, his comrades had all sunk into the water, never resurfacing.

In solo fights, Luo Bo and the rest might not outmatch these foes, but in group battles, even if Wang Shanhu’s side doubled, they couldn’t handle these eight.

War formations thrive on tight coordination.

Flawless teamwork produces strength beyond the individuals alone.

While Spirit Source Land moves toward Sect ways, it clings to plenty of soldierly customs.

Even with the Ancient Array inheritance acquired, formation skills akin to army tactics have grown stronger still.

The array Luo Bo’s squad deployed, called Eightfold Prison, has eight trapping the foe from every direction, like jailing them, curbing their motion, and finishing them off together.

Wang Shanhu’s power places him elite among Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists, yet inadequate to escape Eightfold Prison.

In just a few breaths, Song Jie’s spear tip stabbed his left shoulder, then eight long spears held him dangling in the air.

Those eight spears turned into a solid cage, binding him securely.

"Ah~~" Wang Shanhu howled, surging True Yuan to escape, all for naught.

"Enough, stop struggling!" Luo Bo smacked his palm onto Wang Shanhu’s Dantian, vigorous True Yuan flooding in to shatter it.

This strike avoided death or ruining his cultivation, merely harming his Dantian to block True Yuan access for a while.

"If you’ve got the guts, kill me!" Wang Shanhu roared in fury.

"Kill you! Haha, don’t worry, we won’t, we’ll send you back to the Xuanqing Sect!" Yang Chengye stated calmly.

"Young master, we’ve got them all!"

Li Cheng flew up and reported.

"Hmm, how many are dead?"

"None are dead, but they’re all severely wounded, and if untreated soon, three of them might not survive."

"Treat them, don’t let them die!"

Yang Chengye flicked his hand to pull back his long spear, his voice indifferent.

Shortly thereafter, everyone crammed back onto the houseboat, the small vessel now overflowing with bodies.

"Wang Shanhu, Deacon Wang, so it is you!" Yang Qinting said, gazing at Wang Shanhu with shock.

Wang Shanhu serves as the deacon of the Martial Hall at Sunset Glow Peak in the Xuanqing Sect, training disciples in Martial Arts. Should disciples want to learn Saber Skills, Swordsmanship, movement techniques, or the like, they turn to the Martial Hall deacon for instruction.